Right, let’s get the name out of the way first. It’s Welsh. ‘Bwyd’ is food, and rhymes with ‘fluid’. Visually it’s meant to pun on ‘beautiful’ but you can see the problem, can’t you? It might work as a visual pun but not when spoken out loud; a word which tries to pun in two Read More
Anyone who is tired of kebabs, is tired of life, as Samuel Johnson (probably) said. Who doesn’t love a good kebab? It’s one of those imports which has become absorbed in classically UK style, an end of night staple from Turkey via Germany which always seems likea grand idea at 2.15 am. It’s as British as cricket, drizzle and Read More
(Third in a series of bits from a road trip in summer 2018. The prelude is here; here’s Part One; and Part Two.) Day three: and further into the hot, arid heart of Spain. Today’s mission: we come in search of lechazo. Those three tripping syllables have represented a kind of meaty magic for decades: Read More